from afar you watch on a lounge chair propped
against one of the moon's many misshapen craters
quiet dawns pass by disguised by the night,
silent and barren in its tired, broken embrace
twenty million steps away from a new day
the moon ponders its silent devotion to the sun,
where you sink in the pool made from its tears―
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
from afar you watch on a lounge chair propped
against one of the moon's many misshapen craters
quiet dawns pass by disguised by the night,
silent and barren in its tired, broken embrace
twenty million steps away from a new day
the moon ponders its silent devotion to the sun,
where you sink in the pool made from its tears―
